In a flash, Leia pounced on her, pressing the squirming girl down to the pillows. For a moment, the two oily bodies wriggled together, oily breasts grinding against oily breasts, legs intertwined. Suddenly, Uta managed to squirm out from under the pinning weight of the heavier girl, but she didn’t press her advantage. She seemed to pause. She appeared to be a little dazed. Perhaps she had the wind knocked out of her, for now she only managed to draw herself up on hands and knees. Before she knew what hit her, Leia fell on her. Draping herself over Uta’s crouched form, she slithered up the oily back and grabbed the skinny girl’s jiggling tits and paid her in kind for the savage mauling she had received at Uta’s hands. Uta threw back her head and clenched her jaws against the pain as Leia squeezed the soft slippery breasts till they bulged angrily between her clenched fingers.
The rough treatment seemed to enrage Uta. Her desire for revenge must have given her superhuman strength, for she suddenly slipped out from under the draping form of the heavier girl. Leia spilled down onto the pillows, falling flat on her belly. Moving with frantic speed, the wiry girl flipped her opponent over and sat on her, straddling her hips, planting her bare bottom firmly on Leia’s twisting loins. While Leia bucked desperately, Uta took aim and swatted the heaving mounds of Leia’s tits, giving Uta’s breasts three or four vicious slaps. Leia was screaming and tossing her head from side to side as Uta slapped her repeatedly. Then Uta fell forward, covering Leia’s nude form with her own well-oiled body and pinning her dazed opponent to the mat. She threw back her head and shouted out a triumphant count of three.
She had won a clear and convincing victory.
Chapter Four. A Reconciliation, Of Sorts
The two combatants untangled themselves slowly and struggled to their feet. They stood facing their master, panting heavily, their chests heaving. They collected themselves for a moment, bowed low, and then stood at attention, awaiting their master’s pleasure, recovering their breath slowly. Flushed and sweating profusely, rivulets of perspiration mingled with the oil in the glistening sheen that coated their exhausted bodies. Leia’s quivering bosom still bore the angry red imprints where she had been slapped, but all traces of anger seemed to have dissipated from both girls now that the contest was over.
“Ah, yes, to the victor go the spoils!” Gratius cried, winking at me. “Come here, Uta, and accept your prize. But no, wait!” His gesture was that of a man who suddenly remembered something. “We forgot! First, you must kiss and make up. Let us see that there are no hard feelings.”
The slave girls turned to one another obediently, and opened their arms to take each other’s gleaming bodies in an embrace. Uta kissed Leia on the open mouth, delivering not exactly a sisterly kiss; but they both knew what their randy master wanted of them. For a moment, the two stood locked in a deep kiss, swaying slightly as their arms tightened and their warm bodies were drawn together. When the kiss broke, the two sweating girls still held each other and glanced up at their aroused master.
“Uta, I think perhaps you’ve hurt your friend, the nasty way you treated her lovely breasts. Say you’re sorry now, and give them a kiss to make them feel better,” my host urged with a devilish gleam in his eye. The thin girl mumbled an apology and ducked her head to bring her lips to the bruised tits. The kisses she bestowed were dry and perfunctory-a quick brush on each throbbing mound.
“No, better than that!” Gratius demanded. Again Uta lowered her head and nuzzled Leia’s nipples, while her companion stood with arms at her side, letting her head fall back, arching up her chest to accept the soothing relief offered to her ample feminine charms. Now Uta was kissing all over those tautly rounded curves, dragging her tongue after her lips, licking the oily tits lavishly, while Leia sighed and closed her eyes against the waves of pleasure.
“The nipples-suck on her nipples!” Gratius order in a voice that was choked with passion.
Leia arched back even farther, raising up those choice tips for the loving attentions of her rival, while Uta nosed into a soft mound of flesh and drew a big pink nipple between her teeth. She brought a hand up to cup the bulging tit, holding it as she worked the nipple gently between her lips, drawing on the pliant tip, sucking softly, making Leia squirm in sensual delight. When both nipples had been given considerable attention, Gratius intervened again. This time, when they broke apart, Uta kept one arm slung loosely over Leia’s shoulder, while Leia slipped an arm around her rival’s waist Gratius smiled to see the subtle signs of sisterly affection. He couldn’t help observing that Uta’s efforts must have made them better, for Leia’s nipples had grown under all this tender attention. Indeed, we could see that her aureoles had expanded; the tips were stiff with excitement.
“Well, Leia, it seems you enjoyed that. You must thank Uta for being so generous as to soothe your hurting tits. For remember, it is she, after all, who had defeated you. Surely, you must be the one to pay your tribute to your conqueror.” The lusty rogue was clearly enjoying himself now. “Come, now, it is time you paid your proper obeisance. On your knees!”
Leia slipped free from the loose embrace and fell to her knees before her rival. For a moment, Uta looked down at her, unsure as to what she was supposed to do.
Her master’s next words made his wishes abundantly clear.
“Turn around, Uta. Spread your legs and lean over.”
The bent-over pose with her hands supporting herself braced on her knees had the effect of protruding her rear end so that it stood poised just in front of the eyes of the kneeling woman.
“Go on, Leia!” Gratius ordered with an impatient hiss. “Kiss her ass!… Nicely, and generously, now,” he warned. “Show your victorious mistress that you’re equally gracious in defeat as she was in winning.”
Leia followed his orders, leaning forward to bring her lips to the proffered ass of her rival. There she planted a long lingering kiss; and, at the words of delight and encouragement from her master, she began to kiss and lick that jutting bottom, while Uta arched her back and wriggled her shoulders in agitated delight.
Fascinated, we watched as Leia’s gleaming head, with its faint stubble, moved closer to the hard shiny swells so the girl could slavishly lick the hard, taut curves of Uta’s jutting asscheeks. I felt a powerful surge of desire well up in me as a knot of lust formed in my belly. My responsive manhood rose to the occasion, twitching with swelling excitement.
Once she had that narrow butt covered with trails of saliva, the randy whoremaster instructed the kneeling girl to clasp Uta’s hips and thrust her tongue deep into the narrow crevice. The probing tongue sent Uta jerking upright; a quiver of pleasure shot through her shoulders and rippled down her back as the seeking tongue slithered in to explore the hidden valley. Still not content, my insatiable host ordered the girl to open up the clamping asscheeks and expose Uta’s tiny anus to our eyes. She was to suffer the ultimate humiliation of being forced to bring her lips to her rival’s asshole. And this, too, she did humbly-not with the distaste one might expect to see, but with increasing enthusiasm, for by now both women were squirming in heat, their arousal evident.
Uta had her eyes clenched tight. Her shorn head was bobbing back Her hands tightened on her knees as she clung to hold on against the onrush of pleasure being generated by that loving tongue. Leia dug her thumbs into the deep division and pried the mounds apart, licking assiduously, diving in between the splayed cheeks with enthusiasm, so she soon had her rival moaning and writhing helplessly.
Suddenly the old satyr, with his perverse sense of timing, abruptly ordered a stop to the action.
Leia fell back and sat on her heels, shoulders slumped, her head hung low, her breathing ragged. Uta was summoned to take her place before her lord and master. As she mounted the stairs, the serving girl came to her master’s side holding the prize that had been designated for the victor. I was amused to see that what she held was a well-formed phallus, long and narrow and made of smooth ivory. The slave girl was oiling the shaft, running her curved fingers up and down its length to apply a generous coating of oil. I also noticed that the rod appeared to be set into a sort of harness, from which a set of straps dangled down.
At a nod from the seated monarch, the serving girl proceeded to equip the victor with her award. She helped Uta step into the leather loops and drew the contraption up her legs, where it was buckled snugly into place around the girl’s thin waist Leg straps were tightened around the curves of her butt while a strap that hung down in front was passed between her legs and attached to the belt in back Finally, the straps were pulled tight, cinched into place, leaving the girl with the weird phallus jutting out from her Venus-mound in a perverse parody of masculine equipment.
Gratius looked very pleased. He beckoned the girl to him so he might personally inspect the tightness of the fit. He ran his fingers along the straps that cinched her waist and the snug leg straps that curved under her tight butt He pulled up on the center strap, tugging the thin leather strip even deeper between the girl’s labia. Turning her around, he gave her a friendly smack on the bottom that sent her back down to the sunken ring. I watched the protruding rod bobbing obscenely as she descended the wide stairs to where her kneeling rival waited for her.
Uta knew what to do. I got the distinct feeling that this was not the first time that these slave girls had been
